Harry:
I waited for Sai Fong to get dressed, usually a production in its own right, and after 45 minutes or so, knocked on the bedroom door, asking if she was alright. Getting no answer, I opened the door, and there she was, sitting on the bed, ridiculous bathrobe pulled around her, tears streaking her face, staring at her clothes, looking at me, then leaping up to hug me so hard I swear I heard my spine creak.
“What’s the matter, Princess? ” I whispered, as she started sobbing into my chest, holding her close as I smoothed her hair, arms all the way around her, the way she liked me to hug her, had done since she was a little girl.
“Harry, what have I done, I dragged you into this, why did you let me? How are we going to fix this? Oh God, I’m so sorry!” she gabbled out, her words running together, tears starting afresh as she started sobbing again, great, braying sobs.
I got it. The guilt had found her. I had thought I would be in this place now, but the truth was, I felt completely unworried by what we’d done; when you jump off that cliff, it’s past time to start worrying about what happens next; it’s going to happen, and you’ve already accepted it, or you wouldn’t have jumped. It was done, and that was all to say on the subject. Obviously, the thrill of the chase had obscured for her the possible outcomes, now she’d realised that we couldn’t turn back the clock. It happened, and was going to remain happened, no matter what.
I held her until her sobs died down to hiccups and sighing, soothing her and rubbing her back, then sat her down next to me, wiping her eyes with my shirt, the one she’d already snuffled and wiped her nose on.
“Alright, Sai, are you ready to talk now?” I asked her, still aware of how naked she was, eyes still full of tears, threatening to spill down at the slightest provocation, and I wasn’t too thrilled at the prospect of her mopping her face and nose again with the shirt I was wearing; pretty-girl snot is still snot, and I was already cringeing away from the front of my sodden shirt as it all soaked through.
“Harry, what are we going to do?” she whispered, “Where can we possibly go from here? It’s not like we can ever be a real couple, all we can do is pretend, but eventually someone’s going to find out. What happens then? Suppose you meet someone, what happens to me? If I want children one day, how can I, if we’re together, if we’re a couple?”
I had already made my decision. When we jumped into it, I had my eyes open. “Sai,” I began, “I’ve been chasing you and back-pedalling for God-knows how long now; I could never concentrate on any one girlfriend long enough to make it work, because you were always there in my head, and I knew deep-down that this was going to happen; it was inevitable, and I bowed to it. There’s never going to be anyone else, you take up all my available head-space, OK? Face it, all your prick-teasing worked, maybe too well, because now I’m hooked on you. I picked a university a long way from home because I thought if you were out of sight, I could put you out of mind, but you were always there, on the edge of vision, so no, I’m not going anywhere, and I won’t let you, either, unless that’s what you really want.”
Sai Fong sat and watched my face, my eyes, as I made my little speech, checking out the little tells to see if I was sincere, if I was being truthful, or if I was just horny and keeping her on the hook so I could get some more. To be honest, I was a little off-balance with all this; I’d never seen Sai upset and crying before, she had a naturally sunny disposition, and even Dad had mentioned once that she’d never acted-out, or thrown a tantrum, or even made the usual demands on him for late nights out, extra money, all the things teenage girls demand as their right. Even her yelling at me in Cantonese and slamming her door was just her winding me up, making sure I knew she’d missed me when I’d had to spend weekends at school.
“Sai, do you want children? Because we can work something out, let me think about it. All the other stuff, it’s not likely anyone will twig what our real relationship is; look at us, we’re not obviously brother and sister, even your actual name isn’t Waterfield; Dad just called you that for convenience with the schools. The only person who knows you’re my sister, other than the local yokels in Shropshire and the family, is the faceless bod at the Home Office who processed your paperwork when dad applied for residence for you as his daughter, along with the other 50, 000 immigrants who apply for and are granted residence every year. Your name is Sai Fong, that’s what it says on your passport, and your birth certificate, you know, the one written in Chinese….?”
Sai was smiling now, listening as I unravelled what I’d been thinking between last night and now. My confirmation that I’d committed to her was obviously what she’d been looking and waiting for, and the fact that I’d given thought to what came next obviously encouraged her. She moved closer to me, hugging me, careful to avoid the disgusting front of my shirt, kissing me on the cheek.
“You have thought about this, haven’t you, Harry, really thought about it? And, knowing how this could all end, you’re still sure about this, you really, really mean to take me on, full speed ahead and damn the consequences?”
I smiled. “Surely do, Princess, I love you, you got me, and I got you now! Now, apparently I’m wearing your used handkerchief, so I need a shirt, and you should pick something to wear, I thought you wanted to go out strolling! Do you need some help, some advice from an older male on what looks most devastating on a pretty girl on a summer morning?”
Sai looked at me, grinning. “Harry, I’ve seen what you wear, you’re colour-blind and living in the nineties, so thank you, no, I can do this quite well by myself, if it’s all the same to you! And ‘pretty’, eh? You’ll pay for that!”
I grinned. “My apologies, Princess, I meant, hot, stunning, ravishing, gorgeous, mouth-watering, phwoaarr! Pax?” Sai dimpled. “It’s a start, let me think about it!”
I sat on the bed, watching as she dressed, drawing the comment “Seen enough yet, pop-eyes?” I answered “Sweetheart, last night I saw more than you’d admit to under torture, so now, I’m just surveying the field of play, enjoying the view, and picking out the bits I like best!” So saying, I pulled her close by her hips, her arms going about my neck and head as I nibbled lightly on her sexy little brownish-pink nipples, nuzzling her small, high breasts, squeezing and jiggling her taut little bum as I did so.
“We’ll call that payment for snotting all over my shirt, shall we?” I teased her, giving her rump a light pinch on each cheek before letting her go.
Sai stuck out her tongue, slid on a thong and a wispy bra, skin-tight leggings, a loose, off the shoulder top, and flat-soled slipper-shoes.
“Right, let’s go, breakfast is on me, I hope you like park food, I want to go to the zoo and stroll in Regent’s Park!”
I, however, was reacting a little too well to the sight of her in her cute outfit, and the picture of her slim body before she desecrated it by putting on clothes, and pulled her close for another serious grope of her equipment, my own equipment also taking note of her nearness, and jumping up to catch my attention, and hers as well…
“Why Harry, whatever are you doing?” she purred at me, grinding her crotch against mine, making me even harder, and slipping her arms around my neck to pull me in close for a long and very stimulating kiss.
“Honestly, Harry, if you wanted to play silly buggers, you could have interrupted me before I got dressed; now I have to strip off again. How annoying!” she teased me, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her leggings and sliding them down a couple of inches, before I slid my hands inside the back of them and cupped her sexy little bum-cheeks, squeezing and pulling them apart as she reached up to kiss me again. She pushed me so I fell backwards onto the bed, pulling her down with me, giggling as she kissed me, the feel of her curved smiling lips against mine unbearably sexy.
Sai wriggled out of her leggings and panties, lying on top of me in just her loose top, her nipples already stiff and clearly defined as they rubbed against my chest, and began to kiss me more seriously, languorously rolling her tongue against mine, tasting me as I tasted her, rubbing her naked quim against me. I was terribly torn between letting go of her superb bum or undoing my own trousers and unleashing Harry Jr. and decided that her bum was going to be freely available, whereas even the most dedicated shagging-machine has only a limited number of erections available per day. Get while the getting’s good, as Grandpa always said!
Sai seemed to pick up on this inner conflict of mine, and took matters into her own hands, as it were. Kneeling up on the bed, she unhooked my trouser button, unzipped my flies, and yanked them off all in one fluid movement, including my shorts in the performance, leaving me naked with a truly bone-chilling erection. With a happy sigh, Sai Fong leaned in and engulfed my penis in her soft warm mouth, her tongue gently rasping and sliding around and behind the head, licking in the slit, and sucking inexorably. I knew I couldn’t stand this for long, as she well knew, so I reluctantly disengaged from her, pulling her up beside me to kiss her and nuzzle her breasts through the fabric of her top. Sai smiled and leaned back, closing her eyes when I trailed my fingers down her flat tummy to her sparse pubic hair, gently ruffling the soft fine fuzz and probing lower, to caress her soft slim labia. As I kissed and nibbled her lips and tongue, I slowly worked my finger into her secret place, feeling her lips open and softly swell as she became more aroused, moisture seeping from her, and the hard little nub of her clitoris making itself felt. Sai jumped and sighed when my gently questing fingers touched or caressed her clitoris, and her hands entwined themselves around my head, pulling me in closer to kiss me more ardently, more passionately, more lovingly.